This time of year, my soul senses daily release. Release from spasms to a velvet calm. Calm as a spring afternoon, my trunk radiates warmth. Warmth as energy releases into the night. Night shades my soul with its blooms. Blooms open to a bouquet of bells. Bells that ring until morning. Morning rises toward my soul, this time of year.

© 2011 Steph Abbott. All rights reserved.

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Tonight’s post is inspired by the writing prompt from National Blog Posting Month (NaBloPoMo): “Describe yourself using five different words, one for each of the senses (taste, touch, sight, smell, and hearing).” I created the image on my iPad using OmniSketch.

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